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An ordinary word processor has the worst night of his life after he agrees to visit a girl in Soho whom he met that evening at a coffee shop.
[after witnessing a murder through a window] Paul Hackett: I'll probably get blamed for that.
Pepe: Art sure is ugly. Neil: Shows how much you know about art. The uglier the art, the more it's worth. Pepe: This must be worth a fortune, man.
Marcy: My husband was a movie freak. Actually, he was particularly obsessed with one movie, "The Wizard of Oz." He talked about it constantly. I thought it was cute at first. On our wedding night, I was a virgin. When we made love - you've seen the movie, haven't you? Paul Hackett: "The Wizard of Oz"? Yeah. Marcy: Well, whenever he - you know, when he came... Paul Hackett: Yeah. Marcy: ...he would scream out, "Surrender Dorothy!" That's all! Just "Surrender Dorothy!" Paul Hackett: Wow. Marcy: Instead of saying something normal like, "Oh, God," or something normal like that. I mean, it was pretty creepy! And I told him I thought so, but he just, he just couldn't stop, he just, he just couldn't stop, he just... couldn't stop.
[Paul has no money for a subway token] Paul Hackett: Couldn't you just give me one token, please? Subway Attendant: I can't do that. I may lose my job. [Paul looks around and sees no one else in the station] Paul Hackett: Well, who would know... exactly? Subway Attendant: I could go to a party, get drunk, talk to someone... who knows?
[after sampling one of Marcy's joints] Paul Hackett: What type of pot is this? Marcy: Colombian. Paul Hackett: That's a lie. Marcy: What? Paul Hackett: This isn't Colombian. I don't even think it's pot. Marcy: That's what the guy who sold it to me said it was... Paul Hackett: Well, the guy who sold it to you is a liar. So are you. Marcy: Don't get upset, I just won't buy it from him anymore. Are you all right? Paul Hackett: Where are those Plaster of Paris paperweights, anyway? I mean, that's what I came down here to see in the first place. Well, that's not entirely true, I came to see you, but where are the paperweights? That's what I wanna see now! Marcy: What's the matter? Paul Hackett: I said I wanna see a Plaster of Paris bagel and cream cheese paperweight, now cough it up. Marcy: Right now? Paul Hackett: Yes, right now! Marcy: They're in Kiki's bedroom. Paul Hackett: Then get 'em, cause as we sit here chatting, there are important papers flying rampant around my apartment cause I don't have ANYTHING to hold them down with.
Paul Hackett: I want to live.
Street Pickup: Why don't you just go home? Paul Hackett: Pal, I've been asking myself that all night.
Paul Hackett: What do you want from me? I'm just a word processor!
[Paul is trying to get into a nightclub] Club Berlin Bouncer: Got any money? Paul Hackett: Yes I got money. Is that what this is all about, you want money? Why didn't you ask for that in the first place man. Here, it's all I got. [gives the Bouncer a quarter] Club Berlin Bouncer: I'll take your money 'cos I don't want you to feel you left anything untried. Now, you keep the quarter... [gives Paul his quarter back] Club Berlin Bouncer: ...but you still have to wait a few minutes.
[last lines] Computer screen: Good morning, Paul
Horst: That was rude of you, Paul. Paul Hackett: I don't know what came over me. Horst: Lack of discipline. Paul Hackett: Possibly.
Paul Hackett: What's your name? Julie: Julie. Paul Hackett: My name's Paul. Julie: Rough night, Paul?
Paul Hackett: Which way you headed? Marcy: Downtown, SoHo. Paul Hackett: Oh, nice... nice. A loft? Marcy: Yeah, she's a sculptress. Lately she's been making these Plaster of Paris bagel and cream cheeses. Paul Hackett: Really... Marcy: She's tryin to sell 'em as paperweights. You wanna buy one? Paul Hackett: Paperweights?... uh, yeah I would. How much are they? Marcy: I don't know. Well, if you think you might be interested, her number is 243-3460. Paul Hackett: 243-3460. Marcy: Her name's Kiki Bridges. Paul Hackett: Kiki Bridges, okay. Marcy: Nice talkin' to ya. Paul Hackett: Yeah, great talkin' to you.
Paul Hackett: Boy, I'm sorry. I guess I've really been runnin' you through the mill tonight. Marcy: It's okay, I'm used to it.
Paul Hackett: Is Marcy here? Kiki: She had to go to the all-night drugstore. Paul Hackett: Is she all right? Kiki: It's under control.
Marcy: I was raped once. As a matter of fact it happened right here in this very room. I lived here once. He came in through there on the fire escape. He held a knife to my throat and said if I made a move, he'd cut my tongue out. He tied me to the bed... he took his time... six hours. Paul Hackett: My god... Was he, uh... did they get this guy? Marcy: No. Actually it was a boyfriend of mine. To tell you the truth, I slept through most of it. So... there you are.
Julie: Hey Paul, do you like my hairdo? Paul Hackett: Yes... yes, I do. Julie: Then why don't you touch it?
Paul Hackett: You have a great body. Kiki: Yes. Not a lot of scars.
[first lines] Paul Hackett: [Paul and Lloyd in front of a computer terminal] Alright, punch. Punch it in. Lloyd: Right. Paul Hackett: Okay, let's, first of all, refresh the screen here. Alright, and go into "format ruler". [Lloyd punches at the keyboard] Paul Hackett: There. Lloyd: All right. Now, file? Paul Hackett: Right. Lloyd: Right? [presses a key] Lloyd: And it's in memory? Paul Hackett: Right. And? [Lloyd thinks] Paul Hackett: Mark this down in the prefix... Lloyd: Right. Paul Hackett: ...file codes. Lloyd: Prefix code. Right, right, right. [Lloyd punches in the code] Paul Hackett: Good. Yeah, you got it. Another week, you'll have it down.